2-Gun Western, November 1955 — page 33: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

Reno never got to use that knife! —— 66 HEY’VE caught the fellow who stole John Duncan’s horse!” The cry carried from claim to claim and sweating miners tossed aside FINAL CUR shovel and pan, stopped a moment to consider the news, and drifted toward the main camp. Caleb Halloway stirred. His six- foot frame was stretched comfortably in the shade of his tent, a favorite position in the late afternoons while other men labored. “John Duncan’s a fool and his horse is an ass,” Caleb said indignantly and the saying of it made him feel better; helped greatly to break the spell cast over him by the contents of a letter received that morning from one Ellen O’Faye. Ellen was a young lady of 9 4p. ae ee remarkable auburn-haired beauty who, in the past few months, had enlivened both Caleb’s life and the season of serious drama at San _ Francisco’s Washington Hall. Her letter from a Al " by L. V. PIDGEON remote camp called Dogleg, in answer to a brief note of his, was in the na- ture of a surprise and the veiled sum- |'He'd put endless dusty 'miles and numberless brawling gold camps be- tween them, but it was a question whether Caleb Halloway could ever for- get Miss Ellen O'Faye... 34 Comiclsooks.€c©